Zhou Heng completely lost track of time. All he did was swallow medicine and refine it; the only change was that the medicines in his Spatial Artifact kept dwindling away.
Naturally grown herbs had not been refined, so their effects could not reach their peak. Pills, in particular, emphasized combinations—several herbs refined together could produce an effect far greater than the sum of those individual herbs.
Yet once herbs were refined into pills, drug resistance inevitably arose—the so-called pill toxicity. Pill toxicity accumulated within the body and had to be dispelled over time. That required a process.
Normally, pills that increased one's Spiritual Power accumulation could only be taken one per day. But after reaching the Comet Level, the concern was no longer pill toxicity, but where one could find so many pills!
One might not even get a single pill in half a year or a year. How could anyone possibly need to worry about pill toxicity?
Only Zhou Heng, who had struck it rich, would have such a concern—this was the collection of a six-hole True Lord! Fortunately, he had no such worries now. These were mostly naturally grown spiritual medicines. Their effects might have been somewhat weaker, but there was no need to fear pill toxicity!
Zhou Heng simply gnawed and chewed away. Though these were all immortal and saint-grade medicines, to be honest, they tasted awful—either bitter or astringent. How could they compare to pills, which were fragrant even before entering the mouth?
Good medicine tastes bitter!
Then one day, when he suddenly discovered that even the saint medicines had all been eaten, Long Shasha and the other two rose at the same time and dragged him outside.
—The year and a half deadline had arrived!
So soon?
Zhou Heng did not react at first. Only